The Soft Pack were once called the Muslims, but that caused too many problems so they named themselves after a type of flaccid dildo instead. These Californians make the kind of simple garage-rock that's kept suburban American guitar shops in insouciant employees for decades. This debut mines 30 years of music by the Ramones, the Replacements, IRS-era REM and every other band that has ever gleefully doubled up guitar parts and vocal harmonies. That it's derivative isn't that much of a stick to beat them with, though – they've produced 30 minutes of glossy, singalong, preppy pop-punk. So rather than complicate matters, songs – such as future TV ident staple Answer to Yourself – are boyishly rushed through in a burst of power chords and gangly basslines. There's just the one major deviation, the charming Alex Turner-like ballad, Mexico.